W.O.M.A.N.
Sunday, March 22, 2026 at 2:00 p.m. & 5:00 p.m.
Tickets $28.50
The roles we carry. The love that shapes us.
W.O.M.A.N. is a powerful story of expectation, motherhood, and the love that shapes us long after we leave home.
Through story-driven dance, SIDEWAYS invites you into an experience that is honest, tender, and deeply human — whether this is your first performance or your fiftieth.
The Expectations
The roles we are asked to play.
Smile.
Be gracious.
Be desirable.
Be quiet.
And women who have stepped too boldly have often been labeled in ways that were meant to silence them.
That label has changed over time.
The pressure has not.
The Mother
Holding On & Letting Go.
The love that reshapes us.
The sacrifice we don’t always name.
The tension between identity and devotion.
The strength it takes to hold close — and the courage it takes to release.
The Circle
The love that shapes us.
Mothers have daughters.
Daughters become mothers.
Gestures repeat.
Strength echoes.
Traditions quietly continue.
By the final moment, you may recognize something you’ve carried forward — a way of loving that began long before you and continues because of you.
Tickets $28.50
The roles we carry. The love that shapes us.
W.O.M.A.N. is a powerful story of expectation, motherhood, and the love that shapes us long after we leave home.
Through story-driven dance, SIDEWAYS invites you into an experience that is honest, tender, and deeply human — whether this is your first performance or your fiftieth.
The Expectations
The roles we are asked to play.
Smile.
Be gracious.
Be desirable.
Be quiet.
And women who have stepped too boldly have often been labeled in ways that were meant to silence them.
That label has changed over time.
The pressure has not.
The Mother
Holding On & Letting Go.
The love that reshapes us.
The sacrifice we don’t always name.
The tension between identity and devotion.
The strength it takes to hold close — and the courage it takes to release.
The Circle
The love that shapes us.
Mothers have daughters.
Daughters become mothers.
Gestures repeat.
Strength echoes.
Traditions quietly continue.
By the final moment, you may recognize something you’ve carried forward — a way of loving that began long before you and continues because of you.